Huntsville gazette., 1887-12-24

stood in the w:rmest corner-secnnd.b,.,
| articles, one and all; but, to me. first banS
from the great store-house of Heaveni1,
| Providence.
| Twilight came and night closed in storr.
| lily, with great flakes of snow falIiur soF.
| ly upon the acknowledges.
Tired Of playing, Josie and 10 ,rent H..
| PLY into the great, soft marvel of a hap
and soon were drowned in the sweet ooo"-
Of slumber. After they were sound asleaa
l sat down before the fire and fell to mneiral
| Force of habit took my hands to nv hos
force Of habit united the faded silken III IN
| bons beneath my chin-then force If bah3.
| stopped, for my inattentive brains boi,'.
telegraphed to by my fingertips that son1e v,,.s
| thing foreign had been touched. came Il :
| sudden sense of life's realities, and VIII
| little cry pulled the yielding elastic bons
that held the slken covering in placo 80
| down tumbled all my own hair-a graa.
| cleaning mass of amber strands,
| gathered up thick tresses in M hands 81
| kissed them in my gladness Tsbool- 4
! like banner in the breeze-a golden Ill
famme-but then l remembered. and -
membering, l cried:
"What does this mean?''
at means" sand a kindly half lapy,;n.
voice across the counter, when NEXT Sa199
had come once more within the frag.su4
room and asked the meaning of III III.
prietor's perplexing action, "that I cdnId
not think of cutting it off in such b;tta-
weather-why, child, it would have bao.
the death of you. If summer brjnpe M
customer we will talk more about it-hntT =
knew your present need so gave v7,u r,oro..
in advance. | knew the WASHING ,-.,.,iy
tighten its weight upon your head ond :.
was little trick of mine to bind Il 81:
the silken hood. So Santa Claus ,vas ~
to you-but | still claim the hair. remorrSos,
Might | offer you place within the vyorl,
room! The wages are small, at first. bnt in.
creasing knowledge of the trade win cansa
their swift advancement-nay spare ma
your thanks and gratitude, my child"
X
In clean, warm, well-lighted work-room
l, thereafter, pass the short winter days
and the long winter evenings. Joy reigns
IN my heart; Joy and its creator, lote.
And the spring-time follows winter, and
summer follows spring; and when the rose
trees faunt the perfume of their rich, red
blossoms on the still, warm air. and pink
carnations burden the dewy nights with
spicy breath, a voice, whose every tone ia
ever echoed in my heart Of hearts, speaKs
to me softly;
al have come for your hair"
ooh, sir" l cry, oh, sir, not now
l." then, pleadingly, "why DO you insist
upon it. You seemed 10th to cut it OF
months ago whom l was poor and needy
and now
"My child, do not take it 50 seriously
Heaven is my Witness-no hair Of this head
shall come to harm for ought of mel |
want the hair, certainly; but shall never
take it, sweetheart, unless the head comes
with it, and the dear little body that holds
the sensible head up so bravely! l am
bound heart, soul and body, in the mcshes
of this golden web-this shining net which
/ will not have refused to me! Speak, my
darling, may have it?" and he stoops and
parts the haxen tangle from before my
blushing face.
You have bought it." make answer
it is yours" EVA BEST.